Gold

Gold

Sorrow is the gold
that embosses my small life -
it traces joys’ paths

Queen Ann

Queen Ann’s lace trembles
in the breeze, still lifts white head
to meet white of cloud

On Leaf’s Underside

Caterpillar crawls
while secretly assembling
flying second self

A Day’s Travels

A day is immense –
I go where I want, I go
where I meant to flee